Dangerous Venture Chapter 2
Chapter 4 - Manushi Makes a Wise Decision
"Spin around," Rick instructed.
She complied instantly. He located the concealed zipper sewn into the costume and carefully undid it.
"What are you doing?" She questioned, wiggling her body playfully.
He halted, "Do you want my semen on this dress?"
"Definitely not!" She cried out, "Take it off."
He removed her costume from her, revealing a sculpted figure that delighted him.
"Wow, you're stunning," he praised.
Manushi couldn't help but revel in the adoration, "Thank you."
Rick disentangled the abandoned garment from her perfect body and positioned himself behind her. She was dressed in a sheer black thong. He grasped a hold of her thin garment and tore it into shreds in a single violent tug.
"Ow!" She cried out in pain as the intimate fabric tore into her, "You beast!"
"No more underwear," he declared and caressed her neck, oblivious to her cries of discomfort.
Putting her hands on the surface of a mirror above a basin, he guided her onto it. He could see her reflection as she bent forward. Standing behind her, his vision was set on her reflection. Her eyes were half-closed, her breath coming in ragged gulps.
He opened his pants and removed his erect member. He thrust it into her tight pussy without warning. She let out a surprised yelp. There was nowhere for her to go. He held her in place, forcing her to contend with his forward motion. Her body tossed and turned with his every stroke.
"Easy, gently, please!" She urged.
"No, beg for it," he instructed as he jabbed her ear.
"Beg me to fuck you gently," she begged.
His breath was short as her reactions were arousing him more. He contemplated his next move.
He withdrew his phone, turned it on, and positioned it towards the mirror. Lifting her leg and planting it on the basin, he continued to thrust himself into her. The camera struggled to stay put on the mirror as he humped her roughly.
"Hey, you're my... Whore, aren't you, Manushi?" He enquired.
"Yes," she answered instinctively with ease.
"Say it," he continued, capturing her reflections in the camera.
"I'm a Whore," she repeated in the mirror.
Rick responded by ruthlessly fucking her, not caring about her calls.
"Whose whore do you belong to?"
"Yours," she stated clearly.
"Say it again," he grunted, biting her neck.
"I'm your whore," she declared without hesitation.
He then stabbed her tits, "Do you want me to use you like a cheap whore?"
"Yes, yes," she cried, craving for his bestial assault.
His control wavered as he finally lost it. He yanked her hair suddenly, "Say you want me to use you like a whore."
"I want you to use me like a whore. Use me roughly." Her need made her words slurred, her breathing shallow and broken.
"My lovely whore," he growled, "Stay in that position."
Manushi remained in her pose, entranced in his words. He pulled out her hair to turn her face to his and planted a soft kiss on her cheek affectionately.
"Thank you," she whispered, out of breath.
"You're welcome, dear whore," he paid her a compliment. Her singing answered him.
When he finally disconnected his overworked cock from her, he led her to kneel at his feet. She complied easily. He wrenched her face up to his, "Do what whores do."
His words evoked a feeling of shame in her. A lift of his hand showed her the camera in his hand, capturing her servitude. She searched his eyes with hers, pleading for acknowledgment.
"Swallow it," he requested.
She nodded and began to suck his dripping cock, looking up at the camera, allowing it to record the obscene scene. After every lick, he asked for more, pushing her limits and invading her the deepest parts of her throat. Her hungry mouth was willing and able.
Taking his camera lower, he turned the recording horizontally to frame her sucking his big cock. Her movements were slow, desperate, and open. Her eyes were closed as she teased his shaft with her tongue. She was unfailingly devoted to the camera, gaining a sense of fulfillment in her degrading position.
Time flew by as she took him in her mouth and enjoyed the sight of him getting ready. Her actions were passionate and intense as though she knew it was her last day to serve.
"Succumb to this," he said firmly.
She moaned and complied, consuming the offering her lover gave her. She groaned in ecstasy, crying from her pleasure. He felt power over his hoarse whore even as he stood there, panting and squirming while taping.
"Hey, who are you? What's your name?" he asked.
"I'm your prostitute." She replied without a second thought, staring at the camera. She licked the tip of his penis and then repeated, "I'm your personal prostitute, Rick."
He shoved his erection deeper into her mouth. She made moaning sounds and began to suck his cock. He placed the phone aside and fucked her face with his hard tool. His cock was already aching as she went at it like a pro. She massaged his balls with her warm palms, all the while still sucking his dick. The guy's fingers tightened in her silky hair. Manushi started sucking harder. She licked the underside of his shaft as she took his manhood into her hot, wet mouth.
"Argh!" he exclaimed as his cock burst in her mouth.
Manushi maintained her sealed lips around his shaft, swallowing his fresh semen as if it was the most delectable treat.
"Good tart." He clutched her head. She gave him a lopsided grin, with his cock still in her mouth.
He permitted her to lick him again but stopped her before she could make him hard once more. He assisted her in standing up after she closed him.
"Do I need to clarify it for you?" he assisted her in putting her dress back on "or do you comprehend that you are fully under my authority now?"
"No." She shook her head and looked into his eyes in the mirror while he fastened her dress "I know I'm your whore now. You possess me."
"Bright gal." He kissed her neck.
"My underwear...oh, you ripped them apart entirely." She observed them where her scraps of tiny thong were lying near the faucet.
"You won't need them." He assured her "I'll never want to see you wearing underwear again."
"But -"
"Whore!" He threatened in a fearsome tone.
Manushi lowered her head "Yes, Master."
He examined himself in the mirror, rearranging his attire, while she combed her hair.
"So, do we have a deal? About Nandan, I mean?" she enquired.
Rick nodded "We've sealed a deal, prostitute."
Her cheeks turned rosy "Do you plan on labeling me that all the time now?"
"Yes." He looked at her in the mirror "does this bother you?"
"No, Sir." She shook her head "you're the one in charge."
"Don't forget." He advised her.
She opened the door "Allow me to go out first..."
"Oh my god! Rick! What are you up to?"
Rick glimpsed up to see HR Assistant Manager Shweta Tiwari standing there. She was the final person who shouldn't be witnessing him with Manushi. Shweta wasn't fond of him to begin with. Manushi swiftly sidestepped her and quickly left. Rick pulled Shweta into the bathroom and shut the door.
He calculated his options - he could apologize or be a rude jerk. [Paraphrased: Rick counted his choices - apologize or play as a jerk.]
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